Kelly returned to take over from her mother. Grace reluctantly slid out of the bed, releasing the beautiful breast that she had been claiming for the past hour. "I sure hope that Kelly realizes what a sacrifice I am making by giving Alana to her," she thought. "This girl is my perfect slave."
Kelly dropped all of the gear that she had been gathering and slid into bed beside Alana. "Are you as excited as I am?" she asked.
"I don't think so," replied Alana. "How am I supposed to be excited by being kidnapped and raped?"
"Oh jeez," said Kelly. "You weren't kidnapped. Do you think that I kidnapped you when I walked you over to the house?"
"Well, no," responded Alana.
"So when were you kidnapped?"
"Well it wasn't exactly kidnapping. But it wasn't nice. It might be illegal, you know."
"It might be thrilling too," giggled Kelly. "And I still can't believe that you are all mine."
As if she were taking a test drive of a new car, Kelly knelt between Alana's outstretched thighs and leaned forward letting the palms of her hands glide up the slavegirl's belly and chest, over the breasts until she reached the top of Alana's head. At that point, she was laying on top of her slave and she kissed Alana fully on the lips. "I do love you so much, pet."
Alana felt a chill rush down her spine. She had heard Grace calling her pet but she did not remember Kelly using that term. This meant that there was no possibility of convincing Kelly to release her. Kelly seemed to really view her as property.
Chapter 6: Adding to the Flock
Alana was the main attraction of the small birthday party. Grace and Kelly celebrated alone with the new slavegirl acting as the centerpiece for the dinner. Grace did all of the cooking and serving, allowing Alana to worry as she laid on the dining room table with her arms and legs outstretched.
Instead of eating with the mother at one end of the table and the daughter at the other end, they each sat on a side, facing one another. This also provided the advantage of being able to reach most of the interesting parts of the centerpiece. When the dinner was over, Grace asked Kelly if she was ready for her birthday cake. The young girl squealed and clapped her hands together. Grace then took a slender birthday candle and held it to the side over Alana's left breast.
"You get two candles this year, Kelly." The wax started to drip onto Alana's tender flesh causing her to wince and jerk in her bindings. "One is for becoming an adult."
When enough of the wax had dripped onto the firm breast, Grace turned the candle and stuck the end into the molten wax, holding it for a moment until the wax hardened enough to hold up the candle. Then she repeated her actions with a second candle held above the other breast.
"The second one is in celebration of your first slave. How does it feel to be an adult and a slave owner?"
"Oh gosh Mom," replied Kelly. Today has been wonderful. And I can't think of a better present than Alana. But it's all happening so fast that I don't know what to think."
The next morning, Alana was allowed to return to her home, but this time as a platinum blonde. As part of Kelly's present, the two women cut Alana's hair to just above the shoulders, despite Alana's protests and struggling. Then, they bleached the blonde locks until they were a bright platinum blonde color. After blowing and shaping the mane, they finally allowed Alana to view herself in the mirror. She was amazed at her transformation and hardly recognized herself. What she saw in the mirror was a strikingly beautiful and highly erotic slave.
When she returned to her home, she was never left alone. Kelly and Grace took turns minding their new captive and changing her bindings to suit whatever the chore was that Alana wanted to pursue. For the most part, simple shackles around her ankles did the trick. These allowed her the use of her hands for scraping and sanding and painting but did not allow her to go very far. Escape was out of the question.
The phone rang midmorning and Kelly answered it. Then she presented the phone to Alana. "It's Meredith. She wants to know if you can come over for dinner tonight."
Alana took the phone and talked to her other neighbor. "That's very kind of you."
"Yes, tonight would work fine."
"All right, I'll see you at 6. Can I bring anything?"
"See you at 6 then."
In mid-afternoon, Kelly had Alana stop for the day and instructed her new charge to call work and request a second week off. Reluctantly, Alana did as she was told and was rewarded with a second week of vacation. If her firm needed her for a special project or meeting, she agreed to come in for one of those days, but other than that, she was free. "Well, freedom isn't really the right word," she thought.
Kelly bound Alana's wrists behind her and then bathed her slavegirl. Throughout the cleansing, Kelly took ample time to explore her new property's body. After the bath, Alana stood in the center of her bedroom as Kelly oiled her body, rubbing it until Alana shined in the afternoon sun.
"Oooo you look wonderful like this. You look like a goddess," admired Kelly. Once her slavegirl was glistening, Kelly took advantage of the oil on her fingers to play with Alana's sex, rubbing up and down, toying with the little clit that was peeking out of its hiding place so invitingly, and slipping fingers into the standing slave. Alana tried to back away but was immediately corrected with a slap on the bottom.
Kelly pushed three fingers into Alana, causing the girl to moan. A fourth finger slid in alongside the first three and Kelly kept moving her fingers in and out of the swampy sex. A tongue flickered over the clit, eliciting little quivers over Alana's belly and more moans from her lips.
"I'll bet I could get my whole hand in there," observed Kelly.
"Oh god no," protested Alana. But the intense feelings swirling in her body were betraying her again and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate the fist. Kelly pushed exploringly getting a little deeper with each thrust but Alana climaxed before she could finish the experiment. "Next time, no tongue," thought Kelly. "This girl just climaxes too fast."
Kelly selected an outfit for Alana's date. A blue sundress was laid on the bed with the theory that blue would hide the fact that Alana would be wearing nothing beneath it. Kelly knew, however, that it wouldn't really hide that fact. But it should prevent anyone from clearly seeing the nipples or the newly shaved sex.
"I'm trusting you to return tonight," Kelly said to Alana as they stood inside the door.
"Where else would I go?" asked Alana. "This is my home."
"Yes. But just remember that you belong to me. Don't try to get cute or it could get you in trouble. We have your signature on the contract and we have the tape." The threat sounded a little lame coming from the lips of a teenager. But Alana understood what was meant.
Alana sighed and nodded before opening the door and leaving for her date with the other neighbors. "At least I can't be captured. I can only have one owner, can't I?" she thought.
Ted and Meredith were gracious hosts. And Ted was much better behaved when his wife was there to prevent any of his sexual innuendos. Meredith was a beautiful woman, slightly older than Alana, with flowing, wavy red locks. Her green eyes sparkled as she talked and Alana found her positively captivating. Alana understood why Grace wanted to capture and enslave this woman, but she seemed so demure that it wasn't clear how Grace intended to do this.